Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Look, if you don’t hurt me and just leave, I won’t tell anyone you were here,” she says, clutching the clothes tightly. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. “You can walk out, and nothing is hurt. You haven’t made any decisions that can’t be undone.”
She swallows as if it’s a task that takes effort.
“Don’t turn this around like I’m the aggressor,” I say, teasing her. Might as well have some fun with it. “You’re clearly here to seduce me.”
She gasps, her jaw brushing the floor. “I am not.”
“It’s okay. Consider me seduced. I can’t promise you’ll be able to walk out after, but I won’t tell a soul you were here.” I make the motion, drawing an X over my chest. “Cross my heart.”
A quick gasp sucks past her lips.
The thought of having her straddle my head and sink her pussy against my lips sends a shock straight to my cock. It presses against the plush fabric of the towel hard enough to make me wince. I adjust it, not bothering to hide the fact from her. Her gaze drops to my hands, so I give my dick a shake.
“I’m happy to let you ride it, if you want,” I say, amused by the shock washing across her delicate features.
Her cheeks flush the deepest, sexiest shade of red. She shifts as if she can’t bear to stand still any longer, as if the idea of riding me has her aching.
“Just … oh, my stars,” she whispers. “What is happening here?”
The words are a mix of a whimper and a plea, as if she’s equally as horny as she is confused. Yeah, well, me too.
Before I can respond, my phone, which I left on the bathroom vanity in the en suite, rings. I have half a notion to let it go to voicemail, but with the weather so shitty, there could be an emergency. With the roads like they are, someone could be in a ditch. Or worse.
Fine time to have a conscience, Dempsey.
“Can you just stay right there for a second?” I ask, reaching around the doorframe and retrieving my device from the counter. If she vanishes into thin air, I’m going to be pissed. “Hey. I’m busy. I’ll call you back.”
“Do you ever check your texts?” Gray asks.
“Occasionally.” I lean against the wall as the mystery woman ducks into the closet. “I’m kind of in the middle of something at the moment.”
“I’m sure it’s incredibly important.”
My eyes roll at the sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Actually, it is important. I’m protecting your house from an intruder, thank you very fucking much.”
Gray groans. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“You know,” I say, as the woman’s arm sticks across the doorway and slides through a sweatshirt. “Hollywood really gives breaking and entering a bad reputation. Not all heroes wear capes, but not all felons wear ski masks. Sometimes they wear lace and—”
“Brooks—”
“—if I’m lucky—”
“Brooks, dammit. Stop talking.” He inhales a deep breath. “You’re at my house? Right now?”
“Yup. And I’d say that you’re welcome, but I have a suspicion that it’ll be me thanking you before the end of the night.” I scratch the top of my head. “It usually winds up that way, though, doesn’t it? That’s kind of bullshit.”
He groans again. Deeper this time. “Stop right there. Who is breaking into my house?”
“I don’t know her name,” I say, fixing my cock so the tip isn’t threatening to poke out of the towel at my navel. “She’s the hottest little bandit that I’ve ever seen, though. Great tits. I haven’t seen her ass yet, but—”
“Nope.”
My brows pull together. “Nope? What do you mean, nope?”
“She’s not your type.”
“You apparently don’t know my type.”
He sighs as if this conversation is killing him. I’m sure he has better things to do than talk to me, but this does concern his house, and I am spending my precious time and energy getting involved. The least he could do is be a decent wingman. God knows how many times I’ve played the role for him.
“That bandit is Audrey Van,” Gray says. “Astrid’s best friend.”
He knows her? This creates a wrinkle in my theory—and not one I love.
“She asked if she could stay there for a while and sort some shit out,” Gray says. “I promised her that she’d be safe.”
“So wear a condom?”
“I’m telling you that she’s not your type,” he says sternly before blowing out a hasty breath. “She’s a good girl, Brooks. Sweet. Innocent as hell. She doesn’t swear, doesn’t drink—nothing. Get the picture?”
“Oh, I get the picture, all right,” I say, smirking.
“Unless that picture is you leaving my cabin, which, by the way, what the fuck are you doing there, then that picture is skewed.”
I sigh. “You used to be so much fun.”
Audrey peeks her head around the corner before stepping back into the bedroom. Baggy sweatpants and an oversized green sweatshirt hang off her delicate frame. The only glimpse of her body is her hard nipples poking against her top. Somehow, I think that might be even sexier than the lingerie.